June 1998 by Flying Stone

Verse 1
The party’s on, the music fine
Good friends, good talks with beer and wine
All searchin‘ for the sense of life
All lookin‘ for the future, like you, Jenny

Broken flower, fourteen years
You’ve had no chance, too sick this guy
Your tears and screams smash our hearts
He’s damned to live, you Jenny, gone

Verse 2
You’ve got some trouble with your friends
Left the party, angry, sad
You never will arrive at home
They’ll find your bike beside the road

Verse 3
You cry, he beats, no words can tell
The torture and your fear
You beg for mercy in different tongues
Loose your fight, no way out here

© 1998 Flying Stone